Tonight RB & I celebrated our 1 year wedding anniversary (it’s technically tomorrow). Nice restaurant in the area, phenomenal food; had a glass of wine so I was feeling groovy. We were gone from 6:43pm to 8:35pm. Took the Prince a little longer to go to sleep & he wasn’t eating like normal but didn’t think twice until I put our connoli in the fridge and then… Horror. Sheer panic set in.
A bag was missing.
BB’s godmother gave him another bottle. Dear God. There is one bag left in the fridge (3oz), plus if i can pump out another 20 ml tonight that’s one more. He ate like a half hour before we left, only on one side though so we had a bottle ready… Then he had another. Six precious ounces of boob juice lost and gone forever. That took probably almost three days to pump.
I seriously shed a tear. The stash is dwindling, and instead of watching a movie outside with our friends (I can hear him laughing in the backyard)… Here I am. Pumping away (hopefully).
Happy anniversary, Darling.